Shane Sterling got out of the car, watching Victor Sterling's Rolls-Royce drive away.
He knew his father hadn't just been talking when he'd brought up those two potential marriages. The days to come were sure to be anything but peaceful.
Just then, his phone vibrated.
He glanced down. It was a message from Isla Prescott, letting him know she was home.
Shane Sterling's frustration eased slightly. He turned, opened the door, and got back in his car.
The first thing Isla Prescott did when she got home was start cleaning. The house had been empty for a week, and a layer of dust had settled on all the furniture.
She had just filled a basin with water and wiped down the two cabinets in the entryway when she heard the beeps of the keypad lock on the door across the hall.
Isla Prescott peeked through the peephole and saw that Shane Sterling had returned.
She immediately pulled her door open. "You're back."
Shane Sterling walked over and patted her head. "What are you up to?"
